Burning Desires of Cynthia - ebook

Acknowledgements

This book is a work of fiction. All characters in this book are fictitious any resemblance with alive or dead will be mere coincidence nothing else.

All characters are of more than 25 years of age.

I am really indebted to Ms Lorrain from Cape Town, South Africa, who helped in editing and other aspects of the story line.

I have tried to write first erotic book. I hope readers will like it and look forward to read the next adventure of Cynthia.

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Md TaslimPrologue

Everybody has a sexual fantasy. They never show it in public but in their private life they try to experiment it. This is what happens in a bedroom.

Love is a pure feeling, can never be defined in words. Love has different colours and people in love always try to please their counterparts and keep them happy, amused. They play out their sexual fantasies in best possible ways but when they cross a limit in seeking such pleasure; they feel heart burn. And they never come to terms with themselves. They ruin their life.

Older people always love the company of young, beautiful woman. Due to their age and physical condition, they seldom satisfy their partner’s sexual urge and extramarital affairs comes into play.

It is a story of a young woman who has gone through these traumas of life but being a woman of a new generation, she never hides her sexual desires but never falls in a wrong trap. She is a happy-go-lucky nature beautiful woman, who ignites the fire in every on lookers.

I hope you will like the book and would like to know about the other adventures of Cynthia.

Md TaslimCynthia

Passions that lurk within us remain hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy are exposed under tempting situations.

I met Cynthia in a pub.

She is around twenty-five or so, quite a sizzler, beautiful face, voluptuous body, and beautiful eyes, she always remains busy in playing games with people. She has a husky voice, which ignites the very desire to hold her in your arms.

She came to me “Hi, handsome, are you free tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Then come with me. I want to tell you my story, and it will be a good story for your book. If I am not wrong, you are a writer. I have read your fucking shit. It was above than ordinary.”

“Thanks,"

She was almost drunk. She caught my hand and asked, "come.”

I did not wish to lose the chance of a company of a such a sweet woman

I went with her to her apartment. It was a well-kept, one-bedroom flat.

It was an expression of her tasteful living. Everything was well maintained, well arranged and neat and clean. There was a flower on the dining table. There was a small shrub in a pot in her bedroom. There were flowers in small pots on the window.

I sat on the sofa in her so-called drawing room. She said, “I am coming after a shower.”

She went in. After some time, she called me, “Hey handsome, would you please soap my back.”

“Oh! Sure.” I replied.

I went to her bathroom. She was naked, I soaped her soft silky skin with a sponge...

“Thanks.” She said.

I came back in her drawing room and sat on the sofa...

After a while She came wearing in a nightgown.

“I kept you waiting.”

“It's ok,” I said.

“Why don't you change? You can use one of my gowns. You will look sexy in it believe me." She said while laughing.

“Now I will go. I will hear your story some other day.”

“You can sleep on this sofa. I will not eat you. I am making something to eat while you change into something comfortable.”

She gave me one of her gowns.

Indeed, I was excited.

I changed my clothes and came back. When Cynthia saw me, she said, “Not bad.” and became busy in putting some food on the table.

We ate together and had a hot coffee in the drawing room.

After finishing coffee, she abruptly sat on the floor and exposed me below the waist. She placed her face. I felt the hotness of her mouth. she took full length inside her mouth. Then moved towards me as she sat on my lap inserting me. I felt my shaft engulfed in the hot fluid. She started moving up and opened her front dress, pushed her right breast in my mouth and said, “suck it hard.”

She went on feeding me right and left breasts one after other while moving up and down on my shaft.

She bared my chest. Fed both her breast together and held me tightly. I also caught her tightly in my arm. I was feeling contractions, and she went almost limp. I was well erected inside her.

I lifted her and took her to bed.

She snuggled in my arm and slept.

She was sleeping like a child.

In the morning on the breakfast table, she started narrating her story...

I married my school time classmate, lover’s father for his infidelity and his arrogance.

Henry was the bloody fucking son of a wealthy man. He was the only child of his parents. He was handsome.

We became a friend because both of us were hopeless in our studies. We always searched our name on the list at the bottom. That was our reserved place. Sometimes I used to be above him and sometimes, he used to be above me. There was no one in our class, who was a challenge for us.

Most of our class girls wanted to be his friend, but he fell for me. I remember his first kiss, first touch of my breasts and first fuck. I really enjoyed it.

Later he started playing with other girls. He became a kind of playboy. He started giving me less attention. To tease him, I stopped wearing panties. I never missed a chance to show him my pussy.

It had a devastating effect on him. When some boys started flocking around me, Henry did not like. So, one day he told me, “what are you doing?”

“What?”

“Don't try to play a nun.”

“But, it is all due to you.”

“How?”

“You know it very well, how much I love you?”

“But I love you very much. I like your company.”

“What about these girls?”

“Oh! They are just time pass.”

“Did you ever think how I will feel about it?”

“Oh! Sorry sweetheart.”

And that day we had explosive sex.

After that whenever I tried to contact him, he was in the meeting or busy. I got fed up by his tactics. So, one day I decided to meet him in his office. I dressed well and reached in his office.

Receptionist asked me, “Have you come for the interview?”

“Yeah, but I have not applied earlier. I came to take a chance.”

“No problem. Please give me your papers.”

Since I was looking for a job, so papers were with me. I submitted my papers. Receptionist asked to wait in the waiting room where three persons were sitting.

Within half an hour I was called to go in the office of Matt. He was the owner, aged around fifty-five. He was handsome and looked quite serious.

When I sat in front of him. He asked about me, but he was ogling at my breasts.

And I was appointed as Marketing Executive and placed among his office people.

Thus, my office journey began, which led to my marriage with Matt in half a million dollars.

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Cynthia’s Narration

It was a summer vacation. Henry had gone on holidays with his father. She was feeling lonely. Her mother went with her fantasy man. Her father shifted to another house with Janet. There was one bed on the ground with kitchen and dining. One bed was on first floor.

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